Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Troublesome, artist - The Jealous Sound. Album song Kill Them With Kindness, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Troublesome |
All this could be |
How can I decide? |
Call it all a loss as we try it on for size |
And how can I believe I can be so brave? |
And I can never stop |
I can never save |
Someone is searching |
Calling your name |
Wanting and willing are one in the same |
With all things aside |
I’m calm when I confide |
You’re always in my thoughts |
My stomach tied in knots |
These days become the week |
These weeks become our lives |
Hanging overhead |
Uncertain, I arrive |
It’s open and closing |
Closing again |
Startled and stunning |
But I can pretend |
And I’ve seen troublesome |
And I dig myself a grave |
And I’ll be done |
And how could I believe I could ever change? |
The burden that you’ve built, well, I’ve rearranged |
Kool-Aid and Camels |
Standing in line |
A bottle of something for $ 5.49 |
No one can say it |
Know that you lied |
There’s nothing beneath me |
I can’t decide |
Is everything escape? |
Is everything alone? |
Afraid to be awake |
Afraid to use the phone |
They’re calling and calling and calling again |
Why don’t you answer? |
Where have you been? |
Pick up this once, just please |
Pick up this once for me |
We bleed to death |
The first aid kit |
We cut our hands as we open it |
Nothing will help us |
Nothing will do |
Nothing has meaning |
Nothing but you |
And I’ve seen troublesome |
And I dig myself a grave |
And I’ll be done |
With a call, they’ve sent for you |
With heads bowed |
Never dreamt what I could do |
No shame now |
And mother dreams for you |
Father’s words are few |
The hope that they can have |
Never dreamt what I could do |
It’s all in the dark |
It’s all that I despise |
We bleed to death |
The first aid kit |
We cut our hands as we open it |
Nothing will help us |
Nothing will do |
Nothing has meaning |
Nothing but you |
And I’ve seen troublesome |
And I dig myself a grave |
And I’ll be done |
With a call, they’ve sent for you |
With heads bowed |
Never dreamt what I could do |
No shame now |